I say, I never thought I’d write an essay about assay!
Coober Pedy, South Australia, the opal capital of the world. More than enough assaying going on to determine the quality of the rock and ore turned up.
That’s easy these days, assaying is well provided for with pleanty of laboratories vying for work in the mining industry.
But how do you assay love? Is it a look, a movement, a scent, a kiss, a touch, a word?
The lab of love is to experience the liminal, to hear the heart, to know its beat, to feel it, and to gaze into the soul of the other. The proof therein is the gaze returned, the love enjoined, the pulse of love reciprocated. Love is only ever real if you give it and receive it. The real proof of love is how you live it.
I ached for you, my gaze held you in my eyes, the proof was your lips ©Paul